I take my shower and log on to Facebook as I do every morning and start scrolling down the Wall to see what has happened since the last time I was online. Being a Saturday morning, there were several people praising the fact that the weekend was here, a few people announcing their Saturday plans, the usual gripers and the obligatory pictures of someone's kid that no one cares about as much as the parents' think they do. However, the post from my next door neighbor did catch my eye.
|Siding melted and cracked one of the windows|
|The house on the left was significantly closer|
and had a family of six inside.
The present story is that this fire was the result of a domestic dispute which ended with the boyfriend setting fire to her house to "show her." I don't really know what happened, so I will not go into further details, but this is the general consensus in the neighborhood.
|Well, he showed her. And the two families next door.|
|There was NO peace in this house that night.|
Beyond the damage done on my street, people keep asking me how I didn't hear all the commotion going on outside my house. There were fire trucks, police cars and sirens going off. There was an ambulance parked in my driveway. Windows were exploding and the whole street was outside watching.
I keep a fan near where I sleep to drown out noises. I don't want to be woken up by neighborhood kids playing outside my window. It's helpful when my daughter has a sleepover, so I am not kept awake by giggling girls. I've learned that it works a lot better than I ever expected.